Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
His agreement was kind, and she wondered just how much patience he had instilled; the bow and arrow had been amidst laughter and ample failure on both sides, but here, if he was in his element…she mentally grimaced, hoping things would work well.
Stepping down from the stone works and leaving her basket to be guarded by Mittens, her features became a canvas of apprehension and trepidation again. Despite all that, she squared herself into a familiar stance, waiting for him to either say it was awful or otherwise. She knew how to evade and do some basic motions – which he’d see shortly. “All right, here goes,” she announced – biting her lip in concentration as she swung one weak-willed fist towards the Ancient’s shoulder.
Stepping down from the stone works and leaving her basket to be guarded by Mittens, her features became a canvas of apprehension and trepidation again. Despite all that, she squared herself into a familiar stance, waiting for him to either say it was awful or otherwise. She knew how to evade and do some basic motions – which he’d see shortly. “All right, here goes,” she announced – biting her lip in concentration as she swung one weak-willed fist towards the Ancient’s shoulder.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
